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Caretakers

M B

Weekly Contest #191

The female vulpine looked out over the vast expanse of trees from her mountaintop perch.  Found guilty on about eight thousand counts of financial fraud, coercion, and a half-dozen other crimes that the Council could pin her on, at least...  ...A seventeen-thousand-year sentence. Ironic that what had once held someone else for a time was now being used to hold her.  The Cat’s Paw was no ordinary ship: A nature preserve flying through space.  A giant greenhouse and wildlife sanctuary. For the vixen it was to be h...

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Vanished into the rain

M B

Weekly Contest #190

New York City is a giant place, and even a lifer like me can still find somewhere that they’ve never been to.  A divebar tucked away among more established businesses was a dime a dozen: a place to go to meet people who were hard to meet, although I usually insist they meet me at my office.  I hoped the food was good, I was craving burger sliders.    Introductions are in order I suppose. The name’s Snickertooth - Skreet Snickertooth. I’m a private eye.  ...Also a rat if you really must know.  I ha...

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The Ferret and the Three Keys

M B

Weekly Contest #188

“So what’s the catch?” the gray furred ferret asked, her arms folded over her leather-clad bosom. Her muzzle was turned up in a smirk as she challenged the male coyote. The ferret leaned against the wall of the cellar the impromptu meeting was being held in. A few lanterns hanging from the wall were all the illumination they were provided with.  The coyote’s ears twitched as he grinned a toothy grin. “The catch, my dear Farah, is quite simply the fact that the bank is only the second most secured facility in our kingdom. No one has ...

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Story Tapestry

M B

Weekly Contest #186

Warning. Life support systems failing. Station integrity at 50%.  That was the warning Lt. Kairi Faas of the 5th Star Patrol heard repeatedly. The blue-skinned girl drew her raygun and fiddled with the settings, effectively turning her weapon into a cutting torch as she started to cut through the jammed metal door.  “Lt. Faas to Endurance,” she said over her comm on her shoulder. “I’m almost through. Sensing a lot of fear this way. Request permission to proceed?”  “Endurance here,” a voice replied. “Delta team is enroute...

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The Dragon Who Would Be Queen

M B

Weekly Contest #185

Ina stretched out her wings in her cavern, admiring the hoard she had collected over the years. Her blue scaled shimmered on the rocks as she yawned her great maw. The silly mammals of the kingdom had grown wise and paid her tribute regularly now. Golden coins, gems of the finest quality, gold bars, and jewelry, arms and armor, and the bones of livestock sacrificed to her decorated her spacious cavern.  At the beginning they had tried to fight. The paladins, monster hunters, adventurers, and soldiers had attacked her regularly and Ina...

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Strange Encounters

M B

Weekly Contest #184

Abbey’s brown eyes were growing heavy with sleep during her pre-bedtime reading: It was an admittedly trashy romance novel with supernatural themes, but she didn’t care - no one was around to judge her.  The caramel-skinned girl was safe in her bed in the loft above her coffee shop. She had considered living in the place she worked a stroke of genius, she owned the building after all. Why pay rent or mortgage when she was still paying off her small business loans?  Outside, the usually busy commerce street was quiet. The variou...

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Boats that pass in the night

M B

Weekly Contest #183

He stumbled through the fog, still dressed in the clothes he had been wearing since he started the journey, still burned and bloody from being on a sinking ship.  He kept walking through the fog, feet padding against stone. When the trek would end he could not say, but he knew he couldn’t stop. There was nothing for him here, and nothing to return to in the opposite direction.  Perhaps he would wander on and on endlessly. Was that what it truly meant to be dead? He had to be dead: There was no way he survived the sinking. He kn...

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The Birdscab Case

M B

Weekly Contest #182

I leapt into the backseat of the taxi cab and took extra care not to slam the door on my long, pink rat tail.  “Follow that car!” I demanded, pointing ahead at the jet black sedan that was presently speeding away of us. The cabby, a weasel, looked back at me and twitched his whiskers. “Ya, serious Mack?” he asked.  “Damn right I’m serious, there’s a nice tip for you, but hurry up, they’re getting away!”  The weasel twitched his ears and faced front. “Alright! Buckle up, Mr. Rat.”  I buckled up as the weasel - wh...

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Spaceman

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Cranston, dressed in his flight jacket, slicked his dark hair back as he stepped into the officers’ barracks - He just needed to pick up a few things before he headed out for the night. The bomber pilot had a date with a proper English bird, and if he was reading the signs right he’d have a good night indeed.  He smiled, it wasn’t often he and the rest of his crew had time to themselves, the former auto salesman thought. Every day was filled with danger as they dodged flak and German aircraft. Cranston shuddered involuntarily, best no...

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A Simple Heist

M B

Weekly Contest #173

Dark clouds blotted out the stars with the threat of an imminent downpour as wind blew across dark streets. If not for the bobbing lanterns of the watch weaving through the streets the city would have appeared to be dead. From the shadow of an alleyway, a figure leaned against the wall. The shadow stared hungrily at the manor house beyond the wall ahead and studied the hired badger thugs - armed with mean-looking spears - keeping watch outside the walls.  The figure in the alley stepped forward a bit, the long lithe body concealed b...

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Death of a Smile

M B

Weekly Contest #172

I should have said no: That would have been the end of it, but I needed the dough, and it seemed like such a simple job. If I knew then what would come to pass, I would have declined that job the second it left those pretty lips. She came to my office one dreary afternoon. She couldn’t have been more than a few years over twenty. She was a classy dame in a fine dress, with her hair piled on top of her head. When she smiled it was like a bit of spring...  ...Suffice to say, she was out of place in my dingy office.  I actuall...

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The Fiend of the Past

M B

Weekly Contest #169

The sound of thunder exploded overhead as a flash of lightning turned night into day, revealing a ghoulish graveyard replete with wet, broken headstones and consuming ivy. The horseman and his horse kept their composure, though the man did consider if he would ever be buried in a grave, or if there would be anything left of him to bury once his enemies found him.  The man’s horse - a veteran of Europe’s battlefields - was used to volleys of musket fire and the boom of cannons, so it also kept its self-control... although the equine di...

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Amber on the Run

M B

Weekly Contest #165

The meerkat girl - dressed in shorts, a vest, and a short-sleeved shirt - wiped her forehead as she stalked through the jungle.  Amber loved the vest: It had enough pockets for all her various objects - notepads, writing utensils, recorders, and cameras - for an article she was writing about the small tropical island nation of Safilr: a heavily sanctioned country quite hostile to journalists.  The island was undergoing a historic event. For the first time in decades, an actual election was taking place. For years, the thylacine...

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The Military Brat

M B

Weekly Contest #164

1986 A spitball narrowly missed Emile, who was sitting peacefully at his desk. Target practice again for the kid two desks down who hated him for no discernable reason. The teacher - of course - never seemed to notice the exchange.  Today, she seemed a bit nervous. A new student was just outside the door where she’d been told to wait. Introductions had to be made. A day ago, Emile’s teacher didn’t even know such people existed. Clearing her throat, the teacher called for silence.    “Class, we have a new student joi...

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A Witch's Fortune

M B

Weekly Contest #163

Dusk had always been Yvette’s favorite time of day. The sun was setting swiftly: a flame of red against the sea. The boom of surf and the sound of cars driving past the sidewalk intermingled with the ever-present cry of gulls as they scavenged for food left by tourists.  It’s nice to be a tourist, the brunette girl thought to herself. Her pale face had a touch of sun to go along with the smattering of freckles that went from the bridge of her nose to below her eyes. A large black raven was perched on her shoulder. “POPCORN!” The rav...

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